Moesta Et Errabunda (grieving And Wandering) Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Dis moi ton coeur parfois s'envole t il Agathe	A
Loin du noir oc an de l'immonde cit	B
Vers un autre oc an o la splendeur clate	B
Bleu clair profond ainsi que la virginit	B
Dis moi ton coeur parfois s'envole t il Agathe	A
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La mer la vaste mer console nos labeurs	C
Quel d mon a dot la mer rauque chanteuse	C
Qu'accompagne l'immense orgue des vents grondeurs	C
De cette fonction sublime de berceuse	C
La mer la vaste mer console nos labeurs	C
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Emporte moi wagon enl ve moi fr gate	B
Loin loin ici la boue est faite de nos pleurs	C
Est il vrai que parfois le triste coeur d'Agathe	A
Dise Loin des remords des crimes des douleurs	C
Emporte moi wagon enl ve moi fr gate	B
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Comme vous tes loin paradis parfum	D
O sous un clair azur tout n'est qu'amour et joie	E
O tout ce que l'on aime est digne d' tre aim	D
O dans la volupt pure le coeur se noie	F
Comme vous tes loin paradis parfum	D
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Mais le vert paradis des amours enfantines	C
Les courses les chansons les baisers les bouquets	C
Les violons vibrant derri re les collines	C
Avec les brocs de vin le soir dans les bosquets	C
Mais le vert paradis des amours enfantines	C
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L'innocent paradis plein de plaisirs furtifs	C
Est il d j plus loin que l'Inde et que la Chine	F
Peut on le rappeler avec des cris plaintifs	C
Et l'animer encor d'une voix argentine	F
L'innocent paradis plein de plaisirs furtifs	C
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Grieving and Wandering	G
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Tell me does your heart sometimes fly away Agatha	A
Far from the black ocean of the filthy city	B
Toward another ocean where splendor glitters	C
Blue clear profound as is virginity	B
Tell me does your heart sometimes fly away Agatha	A
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The sea the boundless sea consoles us for our toil	H
What demon endowed the sea that raucous singer	I
Whose accompanist is the roaring wind	B
With the sublime function of cradle rocker	I
The sea the boundless sea consoles us for our toil	H
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Take me away carriage Carry me off frigate	B
Far far away Here the mud is made with our tears	C
Is it true that sometimes the sad heart of Agatha	A
Says Far from crimes from remorse from sorrow	J
Take me away carriage carry me off frigate	B
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How far away you are O perfumed Paradise	C
Where under clear blue sky there's only love and joy	K
Where all that one loves is worthy of love	L
Where the heart is drowned in sheer enjoyment	B
How far away you are O perfumed Paradise	C
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But the green Paradise of childhood loves	C
The outings the singing the kisses the bouquets	C
The violins vibrating behind the hills	C
And the evenings in the woods with jugs of wine	F
But the green Paradise of childhood loves	C
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That sinless Paradise full of furtive pleasures	C
Is it farther off now than India and China	A
Can one call it back with plaintive cries	C
And animate it still with a silvery voice	C
That sinless Paradise full of furtive pleasures	C
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Translated by William Aggeler	J
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Moesta et Errabunda	B
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Agatha does your heart rise up and fly	M
Far from the city's black and sordid sea	B
Towards a sea that's blue as any sky	M
And clear and deep as pure virginity	B
Agatha does your heart rise up and fly	M
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The sea the mighty sea consoles our labour	J
What demon taught the sea with raucous verse	C
To choir the organ which the winds belabour	J
And lullaby our sorrows like a nurse	C
The sea the mighty sea consoles our labour	J
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Train bear me take me ship to other climes	C
Far far For here the mud is made of tears	C
Does Agatha's sad heart not say at times	C
'Far from remorses sorrows crimes and fears	C
Train bear me take me ship to other climes'	C
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How distant is that perfumed paradise	C
Where all is joy and love with azure crowned	B
Where all one loves is truly worth the price	C
And hearts in pure voluptuousness are drowned	B
How distant is that perfumed paradise	C
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But the green paradise of childish love	L
Of races songs and kisses and bouquets	C
Of fiddles shrilling in the hills above	L
And jars of wine and woods and dying rays	C
But the green paradise of childish love	L
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innocent paradise of furtive joys	C
Is it far off as India or Hong Kong	N
Could it be conjured by a plaintive voice	C
Or animated by a silver song	N
That far off paradise of furtive joys	C
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Translated by Roy Campbell	O
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Moesta Et Errabunda	B
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Agatha tell me thy heart does it sometimes fly away	P
Far from the vast dark ocean of the mournful town	F
Toward one still vaster mirroring the blue blue day	P
Mindless and deep a flood wherein all sorrows drown	F
Agatha tell me thy heart does it sometimes fly away	P
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The sea the enormous sea has rest for our desires	C
By what demoniac irony can that fierce thing	G
That raucous howler to the winds' untuneful choirs	C
Assuage our deepest woe with its wild clarnouring	G
The sea the enormous sea has rest for our desires	C
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Carry me off loud trains Abstract me silent ships	C
Far far Here even the earth is miry with our tears	C
Is it not true that sometimes Agatha's sweet lips	C
Murmur 'Far from regrets from griefs from cruel fears	C
Carry me off loud trains Abstract me silent ships '	-
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How far how far away that paradise above	L
Wbere all our ills supposedly are put to rest	B
Where everything we love is worthy of our love	L
And the unburdened heart lies weightless in the breast	B
How far how far away that paradise above	L
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But the green earthly paradise of childhood even	F
The songs the furtive kisses the dances the bouquets	C
The picnics on the hillside that unpretentious heaven	F
Of summer twilights where a distant music plays	C
But the green earthly paradise of childhood even	F
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Where all our cares are mended in small secret joys	C
Is it already farther than Shanghai or Ceylon	F
Or has the heart some kingdom no suffering destroys	C
Where those young voices laugh where those old tunes play on	F
Where all our cares are mended in small secret joys	C
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Translated by George Dillon	F
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Moesta et errabunda	B
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say Agatha dost thou in dreams delight	B
far far from Paris black and miry sea	C
to rove where other oceans burst in light	B
blue deep and crystal clear as chastity	C
say Agatha dost thou in dreams delight	B
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the vast vast ocean is our comforter	J
what demon gave the hoarse resounding sea	C
and the gruff winds' great organ made for her	J
that siren voice to soothe our misery	C
the vast vast ocean is our comforter	J
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bear me away swift car and frigate smart	B
afar afar this mire is made of tears	C
Agatha truly does thy mournful heart	B
cry out afar from sin remorse and fears	C
bear me away swift car and frigate smart	B
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how far from us that fragrant Eden lies	C
where all is azure clear and love and joy	K
where all we loved was worthy in love's eyes	C
where hearts were drowned in bliss without alloy	K
how far from us that fragrant Eden lies	C
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but the green Eden of our earliest loves	C
songs roses races with a kiss to win	F
the jugs of wine at dusk in shadowy groves	C
where died afar a quivering violin	F
but the green Eden of our earliest loves	C
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our Eden of pure tremulous joy and bliss	C
is it now farther than the Asian shore	J
can tears or cries recall each magic kiss	C
or prayers or silvery words some eve restore	J
our Eden of pure tremulous joy and bliss	C
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Translated by Lewis Piaget Shanks	C

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